I don’t know. I catch myself staring at you when you laugh or smile, and when I do, it feels like the world stops spinning for that one second. Then, I look down at my shoes, move my feet just to make sure I’m not dreaming, look back at you, and realize how infinitely lucky I am.
The smile she gives me when I kiss her on the forehead.
It’s the density of your bones,
the flutter of the tails of your lashes,
the deep breath you release when you kiss me
that makes me want you in all of the different ways.
It’s so frustrating how we can work so hard for things and never really get it in the end.
I remember when you hated me for leaving you. It’s completely irrelevant, but why was it that all of my friends knew about you and your friends didn’t know about me?
It’s almost impossible to be happy when you’re forcing yourself to feel content.
I know I say this everyday, but fuck everyone.
Uhm if you get into drama every week with a new person, it’s time to realize that it’s you and not them.
It just sucks because there’s just so much damn pressure and really nobody knows what I’m going through.
It’s the end of the day and as you pull your blankets to set yourself into bed, you take a deep sigh and think to yourself, “I’m so tired of feeling tired and I’m so tired of telling myself to give up.”